“IT MUST HAVE been that his dreams were too real, or else that he was never really asleep, because when he woke up that Saturday, it was like he’d been waiting to open his eyes. The whole night he had been stuck in the gloaming where sleep kept threatening, but all he got were hallucinations. He’d forgotten to pull the shades, so the room was too bright. The air-conditioning was working now but making a weird sound.”
